Tennessee Whiskey
Dean Dillon, Linda Hargrove / George Jones
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| I used to spend my | nights in a | barroom, |
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| Liquor was the only friend I | knew. |
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| But you | rescued me from | reaching for the | bottle |
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| And you brought me back from | being too far | gone. |
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| You're as smo- | oth as Tennessee | whiskey, |
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| You're as sweet as strawberry | wine. |
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| You're as | warm as a | glass of | brandy |
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| And I stay | stoned on your | love all the | time. |
| I looked for love in all the wrong places, |
| Found the bottom of the bottle always dry. |
| But when you poured out your love I didn't waste it, |
| 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high. |
| You're as smo-oth as Tennessee whiskey, |
| You're as sweet as strawberry wine. |
| You're as warm as a glass of brandy |
| And I stay stoned on your love all the time. |